Monday, February 27, 2012

Announcing Soul Food Take-Out: Online Workshops


Oh peeps!  I am so very excited!!  This is something I've been thinking about for so long I don't even want to admit it, because you'll be thinking, "what the heck took you so long?!"  I agree.  But.  Better late than never.

So.  Without further ado, may I introduce you to...


...Soul Food - my series of online workshops.  You see?  Since selecting my mantra for the year, I've been working up ways to incorporate that into everything I do - as much as I can, anyway - cleaning toilets is not exactly nourishing in a soul.full way.  But I digress.


In working with the idea of feeding my soul, I thought you might like to join me on this journey.  And that's how the Soul Food Online Workshops came about.  Fun projects we can create together for ourselves, or to give as gifts to other lovely souls.


It seemed only right to kick it all off with one of my most popular workshops, Treasure Nests.


I call it nesting; that urge to surround myself with all of my little treasures and all the things that I love.


These sweet little nests are made from scraps of your favorite fabrics, bits of yarn, and then embellished with your wonderful tiny treasures.  After that, use them to store your crafty doo-dads, hold your jewelry, or sit on your coffee table with a stack of love notes and colorful postcards.  Treasure Nests are the perfect little happy place to showcase your bits and baubles and to stash your goodies.

"When I first saw the class description and photos of the darling Treasure Nests, I couldn't wait to sign up. The class did NOT disappoint! Tammy was such an awesome teacher and the Treasure Nests turned out more beautiful than I could have imagined.  Thank you, Tammy, for teaching your technique so well!" - Linda M., Portland, Oregon


It works like this:  Treasure Nests is a two-lesson workshop, which begins on March 15th.  Once you've registered, you'll receive an email with further information about the Treasure Nests workshop.  (Things like how to log in, our Treasure Nests Flickr site for sharing photos, and other fun stuff.)


Registration is officially open!  Just click the Treasure Nests "add to cart" button on the right sidebar, and you'll go directly to Paypal.  I look forward to meeting all of you creative souls. 


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sunday morning stitches

When you follow the dream in your heart, you're energized, inspired, and motivated.
Dr. John Demartini

Friday, February 24, 2012

A Sunshine Day


So, we had a little sunshine today in Portland.  And even though it's been a pretty great winter with more sunshine than we're used to, that big ball of warm is always a welcome sight in February.  These photos were taken in my garden last summer, and when the sun comes out in February it makes my fingers twitch a little bit, eager to get digging.  I think I'll pick up some primroses on the way home for the big pot on the front porch.  A little bit of color for when the clouds move back in to remind me that spring is on it's way.


Before I do any real planting in the garden, though, there's got to be a little bit of clean up.  We have this pine tree who is my nemesis each spring and fall.  It's ginormous and sheds these irritating pine needles.  Our cottage garden is probably 20'x20', and right now it is covered at least an inch deep with pine needles.  The good news is, they provide a lovely mulch and keep the weeds at bay.  The bad news is, they are covering up my flower beds and must be raked up and hauled away.  My least favorite garden task.  Do it every spring, about the time the daffodils start to come up, which is now.  So, you can guess what my weekend agenda looks like.  It only takes a few hours in our small garden, so that's something.  And when I've finished, the garden beckons me expectantly..."plant me, feed me, make me pretty".  That's the fun part.  The adding of annuals in May, the planting of sweetpea seeds for my trellis by the back door, the rearrangement of patio furniture.  The physical proof that winter will end, and spring will arrive. 


This is Nicodemus.  He lived in my grandparents garden for many, many years.  When my grandfather passed away, I carted Nico from his tropical Hawaiian Island garden back to the Pacific Northwest to live in my garden.  He's very happy here.  And it makes me happy to have a bit of my grandfather's garden spirit in my own garden.






Late spring and summer will bring the farmer's markets with all of their fresh flowers, native plants, wonderful produce and local cuisine.  This is my favorite flower stall, which I visit every week for fresh posies.  We have mostly a shade garden, so it's full of hostas, ferns, and other woodland plants.  They're lovely and green and mossy.  But I do like me a sunflower.  For a little color this summer, I'm going to plant some delphinium and Icelandic poppies.  I always have loads of geraniums on the front porch because it gets the hot late day sun that they thrive in.  This summer, too, I'm adding some strings of lights from the back porch to the aforementioned pine.  I got the idea from a coffee house I visited last September.  We sat outside in their garden, under several strings of lights strung from their porch to a large tree.  I fell in love with the idea and decided to duplicate it in my garden. 

Maybe that pine tree isn't so bad after all.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Mellow Yellow


Mellow Yellow
by Donovan



I'm just mad about Saffron.
A-Saffron's mad about me.
I'm-a just mad about Saffron.
She's just mad about me.

They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.

I'm just mad about Frontine.
A-Frontine's mad about me.
I'm-a just mad about-a Frontine.
A-She's just mad about me.

 

They call me Mellow Yellow.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.

Born-a high forever to fly.
Wind-a velocity nil.
Born-a high forever to fly.
If you want your cup, I will fill.

They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.

So mellow yellow..

Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze.
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase.
 

They call it Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.

Saffron, yeah.
I'm just-a mad about her.
I'm-a just-a mad about-a Saffron.
She's just mad about me.

 
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.


Oh, so yellow..
Oh, so mellow.. 



I hope this brightens your day as much as it did mine.  Enjoy!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Treasure Nests


I'm so thrilled to be teaching Treasure Nests this spring at Wild at Heart Studios in Friday Harbor.  It will be my first time to what I imagine is a lovely little town in the Puget Sound.  All that water and green, green beauty...a wonderful getaway.  And I'm excited to be able to teach this class over two days.  It will give us a chance to make bigger baskets, or make several smaller ones.  Awesome.  It's such a meditative project.  Once you get going, it's like walking a labyrinth.  I absolutely love this class.


Here's a little glimpse into what's in store for you:


I call it nesting; that urge to surround myself with all of my little treasures and all the things I love.




These sweet little nests are made from scraps of your favorite fabrics, bits of yarn, and then embellished with your wonderful tiny treasures. After that, use them to store your crafty doo-dads, hold your jewelry, or sit on your coffee table with a stack of love notes and colorful postcards.


Treasure Nests are the perfect little happy place to showcase your bits and baubles and to stash your goodies.



Each student will leave class with at least one completed Treasure Nest, brightly colored and embellished with lots of your fun little treasures.


Wild At Heart workshops are held at Earthbox, "a retro motor inn" according to their website.  FAB!  And there's a spa.  I know I'll treat myself to a little massage before teaching.  Hey, if you're in need of a little getaway next month, why don't you come join me?  We'll have a lot of laughs, get some stitching in, and who knows, maybe even spot a whale or two. 

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Up.Cycled.



I love hats.  And I have a lot of them.  But this one needed fixing.  Needed Tammy-fying.  This particular logo?  Not so important to me.  (I'm afraid of the ball.  If there had been a Snickers or Popsicle label on this hat, it probably wouldn't have been embellished.)  I saw this post over on  Alisa's blog many moons ago, and was totally inspired.  At the time I didn't have a hat, or even an idea what I wanted to do.  I just loved the way this looked!  So, when this hat came into my life as my summer walking regimen morphed into autumn, I knew it needed a little somethingsomething.


Then I remembered Alisa's toot.  FINALLY last weekend (this one was lost somewhere in my messy studio until I found it during The Great Purge of 2012)...anyhooooo, finally last weekend, I fixed my hat.  

I got into my red and aqua scrap baskets, cut some strips, square, and a heart.  And voila...this hat was made for walkin'.

And that logo?  An improvement, me thinks.  Sorry Phil.


Monday, February 6, 2012

Meditation Monday


The Journey
By Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.